LXXXIX.

love
i don't like to see so much pain

well, all my instincts
they return
and the grand facade
so soon will burn
without a noise
without my pride
i reach out from the inside

stuck tangled in a web forty-five miles wide
the way you took me to the future church
the way you showed me those songs
and i'm okay
and i stride onto the stage and laugh
and i'm okay

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does it please you.
i live to please you.
i live to know you.
and you.
you carry him in the palm of your hand.
does it please you.

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love, i love you.
please be okay.